ALL SONGS WRITTEN AND COMPOSED BY PETER KENYON
PRODUCED BY PETER KENYON AND GUS WATKINS
RECORDED AT KARMATH STUDIO AND SLEEPYWOOD DOJO (MARCH '13 - MARCH '14)
MIXED AND MASTERED BY MERRITT BENTON
ASSISTED BY ERIC ELVENDAHL

COVER PHOTO BY MRFIZA
GRAPHIC DESIGN BY GUS WATKINS
ART CONCEPT: PETER KENYON

THANK YOU: 
MATT COPELAND, GREG STROM, JOSEPH HYRKAS, SCHUYLER TSUDA, MICHAEL DUFFY, ALEXAVIER COLLADO, MICHAEL CULLEN-BENSON, JULIE THOR, PAO THOR, JOE ROWAN, CARL NYFLOT, ERIC ELVENDAHL, LUCAS PRICE, CINDY IVY, CHAD RHIGER, KATHLEEN BARNHART, ROBYN SCHINDELDECKER, CASEY VIRDEN BENSON

BRIGHT LIGHTS IN MY SIGHTS
PAINTING PANTOMIMES
THEY WHISPER DIATRIBES
CONSUMMATE MY PRETERNATURAL GUISE

EXTENSIONS OF MYSELF ARE PILED HIGH ON THE FLOOR
ACTING OUT IN WAYS I'VE NEVER ACTED BEFORE
OVER TIME I START BEHAVING LIKE THEY DO MORE AND MORE
IS THERE A CHANCE I COULD BECOME MY METAPHORS?

HOW FAR CAN THEY PUSH ME?

THEY TAINT MY BRILLIANT LIGHTS
DIM THEM INTO POINTLESS LINES
MISSIONARY BOTTOM TO THEIR THRUSTS
I'M SUBMISSIVE TO MY MISFIT TRUST

I'VE BECOME RAPIST EFFIGIES,
A RED DRESSED WOMAN ON HER KNEES,
SUICIDAL PRODIGIES KILLING OFF THEIR MENTAL ENEMIES,
A HEART TOO BIG FOR ITS OWN GOOD
SPILLING BLOOD OVER LOVE MISUNDERSTOOD,
AND NOW A SAILOR EATING BULLETS ON CRIMSON SANDS,
IN MY MIRRORS, WHO THE FUCK IS LOOKING BACK?

HOW FAR CAN I PUSH THEM?
(HOW FAR CAN THEY PUSH ME?) . . .

WHO HAS TAKEN THE REINS TODAY?


***PETER KENYON: SAMPLES, VOCALS, OUTRO GUITARS, BASS SYNTH, HORNET SYNTH
***PAUL ST. TURNER: MAIN GUITAR, JUNO SYNTH
***STEVE JAKSA: BASS GUITAR

 

 

SAILOR: MOON ABOVE SEEMS TO LIGHT ONLY MY WAVES
MY OWN LIGHT, A FEEBLE UNDERDOG TO THE LUNAR FACE
THIS BOAT, IT HARDLY ROCKS, IS THIS A CALM BEFORE A STORM?
BETWEEN TWO SHORES, THE LIGHT BEHIND EMITS A SOOTHING NORM

AND THE LIGHT TO WHICH I ASPIRE RESEMBLES FIRE--

TO THE UNKNOWN I SAIL WITH MANY A TOTE
FILLED TO THE BRIM ARE FUTURE MUSINGS FOR MY WEARY THROAT
"ON VEINS AND NOTHING", "STATIC", "KARMATH", MANY OF MY BLACKENED HEARTS
I'M A FULL FLEDGED PRIVATE REGISTERED UNDER THE PRETEXT OF "ART"

ALL COULD BE GAINED TO ME
ALL COULD BE LOST--

THEY SAY THAT WHAT REALLY COUNTS IS NOT THE JOURNEY'S END
BUT THE STEPS BEFORE THAT ADD TO YOUR TRANSCENDENCE
YET MY "HAPPY STEPS" CONSIST OF ONLY TRY, TRY AGAIN
IRONICALLY THE FUEL TO MY OARS ARE ALL THE ONES WHO TRIPPED AND PULLED THE PIN

THIS GRENADE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE . . . 


 

***PETER KENYON: VOCALS, SAMPLES, GUITARS, BASS, SYNTHS, MIDI DRUMS, AFRICAN DRUM, LEGO SHAKER 

SAILOR: LOOKING AT THE STARS, LOOKING AT THE CZARS

I CAN MAKE IT, I CAN MAKE IT IF I ONLY HOLD ON
YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO SING, HOW TO ACT, HOW TO DANCE
HOW TO FUCK, FUCK, FUCK AND DRINK MY HEAD AWAY
"TONIGHT
TONIGHT IS THE BEGINNING OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
SO GRAB THE BULL BY THE HORNS AND GET MADE, PAID, LAID
AND BY THE WAY
WE BELIEVE IN YOU, WE BELIEVE IN YOU, WE BELIEVE IN YOU, WE BELIEVE IN YOU."
SO THEY BUY UP A PLACE OF UNREAL ESTATE
IN A SECTOR CALLED "HOPE" THROUGH A CONJUGATE
WE JOIN HANDS AND WE SMILE AND WE CELEBRATE
I CAN'T SHAKE OFF THE FEELING THAT THEY'LL DESECRATE
COMMIT ROBBERY IN THE WORST DEGREE
FRIENDS TURN INTO ENEMIES
AND THROWN OUT DOWN THE DRAIN
AN ABORTION OF ANOTHER DREAM

i KNOW WHAT YOU'D LIKE
TO SMOKE, DRINK, FUCK EVERY NIGHT
THE SMALL PRINT ON THE DEAL
SAID "DEVOTION ISN'T REAL"

SO TAKE THE MONEY AND RUN

FUELED BY MISTAKES AND THE SIGHT OF CLOUD 9
I BROUGHT THEM IN ONE BY ONE WITH A PROMISE DIVINE
OF ART, OF TRUTH, THE COMPONENTS THAT ARE MISSING IN THIS FICKLE, FALLING WORLD WHERE ONLY POWER CHORDS SHINE
WELL, ONE LEFT FOR MONEY
ONE IN SHAME
AND COUNTLESS OTHERS WHO HELD FAST TO THE SIMPLICITY GAME
YOU, I DID NOTHING BUT HELP YOU OUT
YOU, YOU GAVE ME NOTHING BUT A SEED TO SPROUT THE CURSE OF ALTRUISM
HELPS NOBODY IN THE END EXCEPT THE ONES WITH NO REMORSE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A FRIEND
BUT THEY BELIEVE IN ME, THEY BELIEVE IN ME
WELL, BELIEF DOESN'T PLAY A GUITAR FOR ME
NOR DOES IT HIT SKINS OR TICKLE IVORY
YOU FELL BETWEEN THE CRACKS
BUILT WITH THE VOID OF ALL YOU LACK
AND THROWN OUT DOWN THE DRAIN
AN ABORTION OF ANOTHER DREAM

I KNOW WHAT YOU'D LIKE
TO SMOKE, DRINK, FUCK EVERY NIGHT
THE SMALL PRINT ON THE DEAL
SAID "DEVOTION ISN'T REAL"

I HOPE YOU'RE FAIRING WELL ON THE OTHER SIDE

AND WILL YOU STEP UP TO ME?
AND WILL YOU STEP UP TO ME?
AND WILL YOU STEP UP TO ME?
I KNOW YOU WON'T


***PETER KENYON: VOCALS, SAMPLES, GUITARS, BASS SYNTH, HORNET SYNTH, SPIT SCAT
***PAUL ST. TURNER: SOLO GUITAR
***STEVE JAKSA: BASS GUITAR
***GUS WATKINS: LIVE DRUMS

 


 


 



 

 

SAILOR: THEY PUSHED ME OUT HERE
AMONGST THE WAVES BY THEIR INACTION
I AM THE FUEL, I AM THE FIRE
THE ONLY VESSEL CHASING MY DESIRES

BEFORE I LEFT I THOUGHT I'D FIND SOME HIDDEN BLEMISHES
AND SO I FORGED A STRING OF BELLS
REMINDING ME OF WHY AND WHERE AND WHEN AND HOW I GOT HERE
THAT ONE WAS YOU -- I "THANK" YOU

WHEN ALL THE HATE I'VE FELT FOR ME IS USED UP
I'LL KNOW THIS BACKWASH IS BECAUSE OF YOU

THANK GOD I'VE GOT MY MEMORY BELLS

THANK GOD I KNOW I CAME FROM A TOWN WHERE ALL THE LAME BROKE GROUND
TOOK UP RESIDENCE IN WHISKEY COATED RESIDUE, AFRAID OF LETTING GO
LETTING GO OF OUR BETROTHED YOUTHS 
WE FORGOT ABOUT OUR PLANS
UNTIL IN CAME A MAN
SPOUTING WHAT WE WERE AFRAID TO HEAR
WE TOOK UP OARS AND THREW AWAY OUR LIMBOLIAN BEERS

IT WAS MY HANDS THAT SEALED THAT FATE ENLISTING FOR THE WAR
HOW MUCH CAN I BLAME ON ME WHEN HIS WINDS OF CHANGE BLEW DOWN MY DOOR?

THANK GOD I'VE GOT MY MEMORY BELLS

WHEN ALL THE HATE I'VE FELT FOR ME IS USED UP
I'LL KNOW THIS BACKWASH IS BECAUSE OF HIM
IF I WERE TO TAKE A BULLET FOR MY CAUSE
I'LL KNOW WHO TO GIVE A "FAVOR" BACK TO 
MYSELF, HIM OR ALL OF YOU


***PETER KENYON: VOCALS, SAMPLES, BELLS




 

THE RECRUIT: GOOD PEOPLE,
HAVE YOU EVER FELT A PULL IN YOUR HEAD?
A NAGGING VOICE THAT WILL NEVER QUIT?
WHAT IF I TOLD YOU OF A PLACE THAT EXISTS
MADE FOR YOU AND ALL THE CRIMES YOU'LL COMMIT

FRIENDS, I HAIL FROM THAT VERY PLACE
A VICTOR WHO SAILED TO PRESTIGE
I VISIT YOU NOW TO SHARE MY WINNINGS
OF WHICH YOU ALL, TOO, HAVE A TOKEN TO SEIZE


THE LAME: YES, WE HEAR YOUR WORDS
YOU'RE SOMEONE LIKE US
YES, HEAL OUR WOUNDS
AND TAKE US AWAY


THE RECRUIT: I AM THE PATH THE AMBITIOUS ALL FIGHT TO WALK
BUT I DON'T HOLD A GUN TO YOUR HEAD
IT WON'T BE EASY, BUT NEITHER IS THE STATIC
THAT YOUTH EMBRACES WITHIN HER RIGID BED
I AM THE WAY, I AM YOUR LIVES
I AM WHAT YOU ALL WISH TO BE
AND I CAN PROMISE YOU, NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO
YOU'LL FIND YOUR SOUL'S STAKE IN POSSIBILITY


THE LAME: YES, WE HEAR YOUR WORDS
YOU'RE SOMEONE LIKE US
YES, HEAR OUR WOUNDS
AND TAKE US AWAY


THE RECRUIT: I CAN LEAD YOU FROM THIS WASTE
A LIMBO TO WHICH YOU FEEL YOU'RE BOUND
ACROSS THE SEA OF CHANCE WE'LL SAIL
'TIL WE REACH THE PROMISE GROUND

LA DEE DAH . . . 
HOLD YOUR HEADS UP HIGH
OPEN UP YOUR WEARY EYES
HOLD A STEADY POISE
LONG LIVE THE MAN WHO DROWNS HIS INNER BOY!!!


THE LAME: LA DEE DAH . . . 


***PETER KENYON: VOCALS, GUITARS, TAMBOURINE, PANS, CUPS, SAMPLES, SECOND FLOOR TOM/SNARE
***STEVE JAKSA: BASS GUITAR
***GUS WATKINS: LIVE DRUMS, BACKGROUND VOCALS OF THE LAME

*INSTRUMENTAL


***PETER KENYON: LIVE DRUMS, GUITAR OVERDUBS, HORNET SYNTH, SAMPLES
***PAUL ST. TURNER: GUITARS MAIN
***STEVE JAKSA: BASS GUITAR
***GUS WATKINS: SECOND FLOOR TOM/SNARE

 

SAILOR: REMEMBER WHEN I HELD THE DRAFT IN MY TREMBLING HAND?
ALL THAT MORNING LIGHT COULDN'T SHINE A DROP ON OUR BROKEN BAND
YOU SAW MY EYES, TEARS OF FEAR AND LOSS, OH, I NEEDED YOU
YOUR EYES WERE DRY, YOUR RIGID LIPS REPLIED, "THIS LOVE'S PAST DUE."


YOUTH: OUR LOVE ISN'T GONE, IT'LL NEVER BE GONE
BUT WHEN WE'RE THROUGH THERE'LL BE NOTHING NEW
INSTEAD OF MAKING IT WORSE FOR YOU AS THE BULLETS AND BOMBS KILL OFF OUR YOUTH
PLEASE, CAN I BESTOW MYSELF AS A GOODBYE, GONE
AND NOT AS ANOTHER HELLO?


SAILOR: REMEMBER HOW YOU WERE THE FIRST TO TAKE MY COLD AND MAKE IT WARM?
THE LESSONS OF GROWTH, I ALWAYS FELL BACK ON YOU DURING MY DAYS OF REFORM
SO WHERE ARE YOU NOW? IS IT HIDDEN INSIDE OF THIS STONY MIRAGE YOU CALL YOUR LAST GOODBYE?
IF THIS IS IT, THE END OF US, THROW CAUTION TO THE WIND AND LET'S STAND AS ALLIES ONE LAST TIME


YOUTH: BUT I TOLD YOU, OUR TIME HAS RUN
AND ALL MY GOODBYES HAVE BEEN SAID AND DONE

OUR LOVE ISN'T GONE, IT'LL NEVER BE GONE
BUT WHEN WE'RE THROUGH THERE'LL BE NOTHING NEW
INSTEAD OF MAKING IT WORSE FOR YOU AS THE BULLETS AND BOMBS KILL OFF OUR YOUTH
PLEASE, CAN I BESTOW MYSELF AS A GOODBYE, GONE
AND NOT AS ANOTHER HELLO?


SAILOR: BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT I NEED, NO

AND SO I TURN TO FACE THE SEA THAT ALL TRAVERSE WHEN COMES THE CALL, TRIED AND GROWN
TAKE A FIRST STEP IN A LEAP OF FAITH, I'M STRIPPED AND BARE
ALONE

WINDS OF CHANGE, DON'T BLOW ME DOWN!
WINDS OF CHANGE, DON'T BLOW ME DOWN!


YOUTH: OUR LOVE ISN'T GONE, IT'LL NEVER BE GONE 
BUT NOW WE'RE THROUGH THERE'LL BE NOTHING NEW
INSTEAD OF MAKING IT WORSE FOR YOU
I'VE MADE IT HORRIBLE FOR MYSELF
CAN I BESTOW A CHANCE FOR YOU TO SAY ANOTHER
HELLO?


***PETER KENYON: VOCALS, GUITARS, OUTRO GUITARS OVERDUBS, SYNTHS, HORNET SYNTH, TAMBOURINE, POTS/PANS, SECOND FLOOR TOM/SNARE, SAMPLES
***PAUL ST. TURNER: OUTRO GUITARS MAIN/SOLO
***STEVE JAKSA: BASS GUITAR
***GUS WATKINS: LIVE DRUMS, BACKGROUND VOCALS